If ever was a beautiful object by virtue of which writing in code to one’s self became an urgency, this may be it. The fact remains that one’s need to deal with the possibility of anything becomes more credible by the minute, the probable occurance , the delusion having to become more acceptable as it may be indeed a factual occurance- meanwhile as this may look cryptic, such seeming lackluster musing may be the key, that opens up the vast field of What Socrates was said to experience in the company of
That later, much much later, when the tools with which, attributable qualitatively, rather dismisses the obnoxious casual way in which the spatial dimensions collapse with in the aura of the general sense of ever increasing empathy and joy at their own pre-possession.
That this is so very much an almost impossible fruit of a life long search for the emotional answer is intrically folded up into itself, delicately, yet with rough and untenable inception.
If anyone can , would read and relate blood brothers would we be , as a matter of course, bleeding into the same vessel, in the ancient sense of The Greeks. No misunderstanding allowed here, for this is for ever a chalice raised to trembling lips to honor those beforehand.